"On a rippd piece of paper I write down how I really feel. With my hair tied up losely I start cleaning up my messy room- I am still wavering, searching for something new."
"On a rippd piece of paper I write down how I really feel. With my hair tied up losely I start cleaning up my messy room- I am still wavering, searching for something new."
I sing for my people, I sing for my friends
I sing for justice, so that the world finally ends
I sing for my father who rests high above
and also for my mother who I deeply love
But as I sing I wonder, what is it for?
when there is no one who sings for me anymore...
I sing for my people, I sing for my friends
I sing for justice, so that the world finally ends
I sing for my father who rests high above
and also for my mother who I deeply love
But as I sing I wonder, what is it for?
when there is no one who sings for me anymore...
"On a rippd piece of paper I write down how I really feel. With my hair tied up losely I start cleaning up my messy room- I am still wavering, searching for something new."
Erinnert mich wieder an die zwei kichernden Jungs neben mir im Kino. Ich liebe solche Sitznachbarn. ಠ wಠ "Ich bin klein und dick, hol mir nen Sitzerhöher. Nihihihihi." Merkwürdig, dass sie das überhaupt sogar nach dem vierten Mal noch witzig fanden.
"On a rippd piece of paper I write down how I really feel. With my hair tied up losely I start cleaning up my messy room- I am still wavering, searching for something new."